my belly is full of angry drunken bees, not docile butterflies.
ralphie tried to fix my bike with me today.
he went out with me to get the tools for it, then went thrifting with me cause i've been talking about it then tried working on the bike when i got home.
then talked to me about his problems with other chicks that were not me? i don't get it.
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